Chapter 201: Chapter 179: Once Worn, Not Allowed to Remove
"What is this?"
Qiao Yuxian looked at the big and oddly shaped red envelope. Then she turned her head to look at Gu Yanjing.
Gu Yanjing glanced at her, his face showing no extra emotion.
Qiao Yuxian became even more curious. She turned back and lowered her head to unwrap the red envelope.
Inside was a small box.
The box had an Lg logo on it.
A super famous international designer, over sixty years old this year.
He had intentions of retiring since he was in his forties.
Getting a private commission from him isn’t about money; it’s something that requires status.
Commissioning a piece of jewelry from this person is nearly impossible nowadays.
Qin Xia is quite renowned internationally. Last year, she wanted to commission a necklace for her birthday. She made five trips and still couldn’t meet him.
For this, Qin Xia was sad for a whole year.
Qiao Yuxian stared blankly at the logo and opened the box.
In the instant she saw the contents, her whole body froze, and her mind went blank.
Inside the box were two rings.
One was a plain band.
One was a diamond ring.
The diamond ring was set with at least two three-carat diamonds.
One was an ice blue diamond, and the other was an ice pink diamond.
Both were teardrop-shaped diamonds.
The two diamonds nestled against each other, intertwining and complementing one another, indispensable to each other.
Although these two diamonds were not particularly large, their color and quality were incredibly rare in the world.
One could cost at least eight digits.
This level was likely bought from a private collector.
If a collector decided to part with them, they would have gained significant benefits in return.
Not to mention these priceless diamonds, even this design is priceless today.
As Qiao Yuxian was stunned and speechless, she suddenly felt a pang of heartache for the money.
Gu Yanjing saw her staring at the rings, suddenly frozen. After a while, he took the rings out of the box, held her left hand, and put the ring on her left ring finger.
The fit was perfect.
After putting the ring on, Gu Yanjing raised her hand to his lips and kissed her finger.
Qiao Yuxian suddenly came back to her senses and turned to look at him.
But she turned her head too quickly and was blocked by her hat.
She quickly took off the hat.
Her hair was a bit messy, but she didn’t mind, her whole being in a daze as she looked at him in surprise.
Gu Yanjing looked at her hair and raised his hand to smooth it down for her.
Qiao Yuxian’s hand wearing the ring froze midair.
She felt the weight on her hand was not that of diamonds but tons of cash.
She dared not move.
Noticing her stiff, dazed reaction, Gu Yanjing touched her face and asked, "Don’t like it?"
"Huh?" Qiao Yuxian made a faint sound.
"If you don’t like it, we can change it." Gu Yanjing spoke as if he was talking about something worth a penny that could be replaced casually.
Hearing his words, Qiao Yuxian’s hand that was frozen in midair quickly retracted, and she covered it with the other hand, protecting it tightly.
"I like it. I really like it," Qiao Yuxian said somewhat excitedly, "No swapping, no swapping allowed."
Gu Yanjing looked at her little guard-the-ring pose.
Qiao Yuxian exchanged glances with him, then lowered her head, releasing her hand protecting the ring to study it carefully.
Gu Yanjing said, "No one is going to snatch it."
Qiao Yuxian glanced at him, then stretched out her hand and raised it high, admiring the ring from all angles.
While admiring, she couldn’t help but smile.
She originally wanted to act a little reserved, but ended up failing miserably.
"It’s just perfect." Qiao Yuxian turned to look at Gu Yanjing.
Gu Yanjing looked into her clear eyes.
"When did you secretly take my measurement? How did I not know?" Qiao Yuxian shifted uncomfortably as she tried to find a comfortable position in his embrace to look at him.
Gu Yanjing said nothing.
He never measured.
On the evening of the Old Master’s birthday party, he held her ring finger once.
The third day after that, he found the designer. A month later, the design draft was confirmed.
In the following two months, they rushed to complete it.
It was completed just before the new year and delivered overnight.
He remained silent, and Qiao Yuxian didn’t press on to ask either.
Lying in his embrace, looking at the ring on her hand: "It’s so beautiful. I thought you didn’t want to get me one."
Gu Yanjing, hugging her, kissed her temple and said, "It was inconsiderate of me."
Qiao Yuxian chuckled again: "Can I always wear it? Will it be too conspicuous? I’m afraid someone might rob me."
Gu Yanjing looked at her.
Qiao Yuxian laughed: "True, anyone who tries to rob me definitely won’t succeed."
She touched the diamonds on it, then looked at the plain band inside the box: "Do you want to wear it?"
"Yes."
"Really want to wear it?" Qiao Yuxian looked at him and asked, "Once you wear it, you can’t take it off. People who see you will know you’re married."
"Am I not married?" Gu Yanjing retorted.
"Of course you are. We’ve got the marriage certificate after all," Qiao Yuxian said, "I even ate it."
Gu Yanjing pinched her small face.
Qiao Yuxian smiled again, picked up the ring: "Let me put it on for you."
She said, pulling Gu Yanjing’s hand, and slipped it onto his ring finger.
She then held her hand next to his to have a look, then began searching for her phone.
After checking around and not seeing it, she started looking for it on Gu Yanjing.
As she fumbled through the pockets of his coat, she asked: "Where’s the phone?"
Gu Yanjing pulled it out from his pocket and handed it to her.
Qiao Yuxian unlocked it, opened the camera to take a picture, and after taking one, she purposefully exposed the logo on the ring and took another.
Then she opened Gu Yanjing’s WeChat.
Her name was pinned at the top, and upon opening it, she immediately saw it.
But as she clicked on her own name, she noticed a message below her name.
It was a message from Lu Mengyi.
Sent three minutes ago.
It read [Happy New Year.]
But the notification badge’s red dot displayed a two above it.
Qiao Yuxian didn’t pay much attention, clicked into her own chat, and sent the photos to herself.
Upon hearing her phone ring, Qiao Yuxian looked in that direction, handed the phone back to Gu Yanjing, and stood up intending to grab her own phone.
But Gu Yanjing suddenly tightened his arm.
Just as Qiao Yuxian’s butt left the seat, she was abruptly pulled back down again.
She fell back onto his leg: "Ouch."
She let out a tiny sound, quickly looked at Gu Yanjing, and worriedly asked: "Did I hurt you... it?"
Gu Yanjing was silent for a moment, before realizing what she referred to as "it."
Sitting cross-legged and holding her close, although the seating was quite intimate, it certainly didn’t reach that point.
Gu Yanjing looked at her: "......"
The two locked eyes for two seconds before Qiao Yuxian’s face suddenly flushed red. Keeping her body stiff, she tried to get up again but was pressed down, unable to move. She stammered: "I, I... I sat down too hastily just now. I was afraid I might have hurt you."
Gu Yanjing’s face, originally expressionless, turned even blanker. After a moment of silence, he pressed her head to let her look at his phone.
He had her watch him open Lu Mengyi’s message.
Besides the "Happy New Year," there was another message asking if it was convenient to visit the Gu Mansion today.
Gu Yanjing had Qiao Yuxian watch as he replied with a single word: [Yes.]
After replying, he scrolled up through the chat history a bit.
It didn’t take much scrolling to reach the top, where the WeChat connection had been made five years ago.
In a year, their exchanges never exceeded five sentences; nearly every message was about asking if it was convenient to visit the Gu Mansion.
Gu Yanjing responded, but the total words from him over these five years probably hadn’t exceeded thirty.
Almost all the replies were "Yes," with only one exception, which read: [The Gu Family’s relatives are visiting.]
Lu Mengyi’s words were very few. She’d ask one thing, Gu Yanjing would answer it, and then she wouldn’t speak again.